T
he terrible thoughts kept spinning around in her head: Was he waiting for her? Like he was that night? She’d done what he asked. She couldn’t stop thinking about how things might’ve turned out differently if she’d only run away when she still had the chance, if she’d fought harder, if she’d refused to beg. She’d let him have his way, let him play with her as if she were a puppet on a string. Maybe he wanted more. That’s what he’d whispered in her ear that night – more! 
